"Poinsettia is a Miao poison, or it has reached the realm of Gu poison. Eight? One Chinese? Net? (a)?. Its core medicinal material, 'Tibetan Mountain Red', is an extremely difficult to find medicinal material. Not to mention the cumbersome refining process and the need for the modus operandi of the drug maker. Although poinsettia is highly toxic, no matter how large the dosage is, it is a periodic compound ********. Killing people is not too much, and most of the people who choose this kind of seedling poison have a strong purpose. It should be used as a threat to ask for something. ”

Wenbao, who couldn't understand what Xiao Zhan was saying, turned his incomprehensible gaze to the grandmother and sister beside him. The logical analysis that is infinitely close to the truth also makes Grandma's eyes looking at Xiao Zhan particularly complicated. It was Luo Wei who stared at the man in front of her.

Many times, in his touch of amazement, it can always make people forget the fact that he looks stumbling (ke, net). This is a humorous-looking, yet charismatic man......

In terms of why it was poisoned, it seems that Grandma did not explain in detail. Nodding his head to affirm his statement, Xiao Zhan, who had no intention of delving into it, walked towards his car.

Xiao Zhan, who went and returned, had an extra canvas bag in his hand. walked into the backyard together, and in the process, Luo Wei communicated with Wenbao in mute.

The crockpot was poured out by Xiao Zhan. Grandma asked a little uneasily: "Can I take a look?" "From Grandma's cautious performance alone, it is not difficult for Xiao Zhan to analyze the identity of this young man with the pseudonym 'Wenbao', which should not be simple. At least it's important to Grandma.

Xiao Zhan, who did not refuse, carefully prepared something. At this time, Grandma also opened the crockpot one by one, and carefully sniffed and pointed at it.

"Broken sludge? Evacuation of blood? Flower good pollen? ......" When Grandma was quite professional in distinguishing the names of these potions one by one, even Xiao Zhan couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.

And at this moment, the grandmother, after judging what the last pot of potion was, was stunned. He stared at Xiao Zhan, who had already soaked the silver needle into the mixed potion in front of him. Before Xiao Zhan applied the needle, he suddenly spoke: "Who are you?" What is your relationship with Yishanmen? ”

Xiao Zhan, who was about to get a needle, suddenly froze there. At this time, Luo Wei also looked at Xiao Zhan suspiciously. The experience of Yishanmen back then was similar to that of Wuxingmen, all of which withered in the long river of history with the wind. It seems like there was no trace overnight! Both belong to the 'doctor's family' sect, and the Zhong family and the Yishanmen can be regarded as the same sect retrospectively. The former chose to retreat in the most turbulent years, while the latter's high-profile posture finally disappeared in an instant.

Just like the Five Elements Gate, it needs to be traced. But now, it's hard to find!

"Grandma, I have no ill will towards you. Otherwise, Weiwei wouldn't have brought me to meet my parents, and I wouldn't have nothing to do with the treasure. The old woman, who also felt a little abrupt, nodded a little apologetically.

Needle, medicine, acupressure, pushing...... Xiao Zhan's skillful techniques really dazzled Luo Wei. The grandma on the side was originally just speculating, but when she saw that Xiao Zhan really used the 'flying meridian qi' to inject the liquid medicine into the meridian acupoints through the silver needle, the grandma was really sure of Xiao Zhan's identity.

knew that Xiao Zhan would take a while, for fear that the presence of the two would disturb Xiao Zhan's injection. Moreover, these ancient martial arts sects have ancient precepts that cannot be passed on. Therefore, when Xiao Zhan really applied the needle, Grandma took Luo Wei out of the inner hall.

Regarding Xiao Zhan's matter, Luo Wei and Grandma took the initiative to explain. Especially the kind of emotion that she has never had, which makes this rational and mature woman fall into hesitation. As his closest elder, Luo Wei came here to confide in him several times when he couldn't let go. In other words, this Xiangxi restaurant is also Luo Wei's most important retreat in Hong Kong.

Mother and daughter lived in a corner of the restaurant, whispering something there. Luo Wei, whose face was slightly red, didn't know what she was discussing with her grandmother. But when talking about the purpose of bringing Xiao Zhan here today, Luo Wei, who suddenly realized, explained the reason.

"Kuishi? You said that there was a master in Hong Kong City, and there was also a puppet and a silver corpse? Grandma, who was also stunned, asked in a rather solemn tone.

Luo Wei, who didn't hide anything, replied with a 'hmm' sound, "He has already fought with him." According to him, he should have been given a 'blood grudge' and became the object of the other party's request to be erased. Mother-in-law, I wondered, although the Miao Jiangkui clan is sinister, they have always been indisputable. After all, once they make a move, they may be suppressed by the so-called 'decent people'. But this time, there is the snake king in front and the master in the back. I really don't believe it, saying that it's for worldly money. ”

Talking about the 'decent people' in the ancient martial arts world, Grandma snorted coldly with a cold face. muttered quite angrily: "The so-called decency is just a cloak of hypocrisy." ”

Hearing this, Luo Wei looked at Grandma without answering. The latter thought for a moment and said, "As you said, this thing is very strange. Does it have anything to do with this year's July 15 Midyear Festival? ”

"Halloween?" Luo Wei asked in surprise. The grandmother on the side nodded slightly.

Since ancient times, the Miaojiang line has been incompatible with the so-called orthodoxy of the Central Plains. It is precisely because of their 'stubbornness' that those who have been 'beaten to death with a stick' by the orthodox Central Plains are collectively called 'cults'. Whether it is a descending master, a wizard, or a kuishi, they are all included in the orthodox 'blacklist' of the Central Plains.

This is like light and darkness, those who live in the sun are not necessarily good, and those who live in the dark are not necessarily scum.

The Zhongyuan Festival, for those ancient warriors in Miaojiang who walk in the dark, can be called an annual 'carnival'. Especially in the category of Kuishi and Snake King. Every ten years, a 'ghost king' will be promoted at this time to lead these cults that roam in the dark and are also suppressed by outsiders to resist.

But with the continuous progress of society, the interference of the top in this kind of prosperous era. It also makes such a 'carnival' no longer so blatant, and gradually hides in the deep mountains and old forests.

From time to time, there was Wenbao's 'hoarse' moaning in the inner hall, and Luo Wei, who couldn't sit still several times, was held down by her grandmother on the shoulder. Every now and then, Grandma would always show a kind smile and ask, "You don't believe the people you brought back?" ”

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, when Xiao Zhan appeared in front of the two of them with a tired drag, Luo Wei, who was busy getting up, hurriedly motioned for Xiao Zhan to sit down and rest for a while. The latter sat down and whispered, "The toxins of the poinsettia must have been deposited for a long time. Now we can only slowly detoxify first, as for when to use the Seven Star Begonia to 'fight poison with poison', it still needs to be determined. But grandma, the seven-star begonia is also highly poisonous, once it ......"

Xiao Zhan didn't finish speaking, and Grandma nodded knowingly: "I know the result." It is easier to accept hope than hopelessness. By the way, I heard Weiwei say that there is a famous master in Hong Kong City, and he has a blood grudge against you? ”

Xiao Zhan, who had nothing to hide, briefly stated his experience. In fact, Xiao Zhan already had a plan to encircle and suppress this master, but as far as they frequently walked from the deep mountains and old forests to the city, Xiao Zhan was worried and quite surprised. At this time, Luo Wei, who returned from serving tea, briefly relayed the conversation between her and her grandmother just now. Some Xiao officials, who didn't understand, still asked casually: "Does this have anything to do with their frequent appearance in the city?" ”

"Speaking of which, I have to talk about the current situation in Miaojiang." After Grandma spoke, Xiao Zhan stopped talking and listened quietly while drinking tea.

"Since the last ghost king, after suddenly dying at home. is like a plate of scattered sand Miao Jiang system, which was suppressed by the Zhao'an of Zhao'an above, and the suppression of it. Many people speculate that the fall of the Ghost King was the personal action of the Dragon Guard. But there is no way to verify it now, but judging from the intensity of the crackdown over the years, such speculation still has some credibility. But since a few years ago, a great figure has risen in the Kuishi clan, and he has gradually gathered together the Miao Jiang lineage like a plate of scattered sand. In the early stage, it was mostly closed by gentle means, but after the strength became bigger, it was the attitude of 'those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me die'. ”

Xiao Zhan could clearly capture Grandma's mood swings when she said these words. Especially the last sentence 'Those who follow me prosper and those who disobey me die', a momentary killing aura cannot be concealed.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper." Luo Wei, who knew what she had given birth to, sat beside her as if to soothe her emotions when she heard Grandma say this.

Xiao Daguan, who didn't ask questions, replied as if he understood something: "In other words, the current Miao Jiang system is no longer a plate of scattered sand, but a whole or an organization. And whether it is the snake king who came to Hong Kong in the early stage, or the kuishi who has arrived in Hong Kong now, they are all members of this organization. In fact, the mastermind behind the scenes didn't promise anything to the snake monarch and the kuishi at all, but reached some kind of deal with this organization? ”

"Yes, that's what I meant. Otherwise, with the temperament of the Kuishi, he would not rashly appear in the hinterland of the city. Grandma's affirmative reply really made Xiao Zhan figure out how long this line was behind it.

"So that means that if I don't die, this kind of person will come to Hong Kong in a steady stream?" Luo Wei, who heard Xiao Zhan's words, burst out laughing with a 'poof'.

Then he replied, "Do you think it is so easy for a master to become a master? Not to mention the snake monarch who was killed by you, he has a good status in the Miao Jiang region. But as for the master who came this time, he had two puppet corpses. It is also a remarkable position within Miaojiang. The loss of a snake monarch can make them feel painful, so if the loss of a small Cheng master can not say that their vitality will be greatly damaged. In a short period of time, it should be uncertain to pay attention to sending high-level people to Hong Kong. Otherwise, wouldn't they lose their dominance in Miaojiang? ”

It is said that the bystanders are clear, and the official Xiao who suddenly realized that he has forgotten this stubble. Behind the iron-blooded suppression, there will definitely be resistance. If you want to maintain your long-term dominance, combat effectiveness is definitely in the first place.

"Well, I wondered. There is such an organization in Miao Jiang, Long Wei and Eagle Guard, they are all eating dry rice? Xiao Zhan's words, in exchange for Grandma shook her head slightly.

"In the city, the dragon guards and eagle guards you mentioned definitely have this power, but they can be ...... in the deep mountains and old forests" Grandma didn't finish speaking, but Xiao Zhan already understood something in his heart.